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Leonore Stubbs

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Lucy Bethia Walford
Leonore Stubbs

CHAPTER I.
"SHE HAS NO SETTLEMENT, DAMN IT."

"She can't come."

"But, father–"

"She shan't come, then—if you like that better."

"But, father–"

"Aye, of course, it's 'But father'—I might have known it would be that. However, you may 'But father' me to the end of my time, you don't move me. I tell you, Sukey, you're a fool. You know no more than an unhatched chicken—and if you think I'm going to give in to their imposition—for it's nothing else—you are mistaken."

"I was only going to say–"

"Say what you will, say what you will; my mind's made up; and the sooner you understand that, and Leonore understands that, the better. You can write and tell her so."

"What am I to tell her?"

"What I say. That she has made her own bed and must lie upon it."

"But you gave your consent to her marriage, and never till now–"